My Wondering Thoughts Set In Ink (My Poetry Collection)

You Think You've Changed

You’re such a wreck, you’re such a mess.

It’s worse since you’re so quiet.

You tried to fool the rest, to make them think otherwise—

I won’t be persuaded so easily, though.

There is no goodness left in you;

Believe me, I can see right through you.

You should fix your makeup; it’s all smeared.

Why have you been crying for so long?

What could possibly be so terrible? What would you know about pain?

I thought you had it all.

Oh . . . so maybe, I’m wrong.

But that doesn’t mean you’ve changed.

I know you haven’t,

And truthfully, you never will.

Just you’re very smile

Is dangerous.

The glaze over your dead, icy eyes is what gets me every time.

And the way you just don’t care anymore.

I am no fool; you are still heartless and cold.

Your past is nowhere to be found—but I guess that’s in your favor.